Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-01-29
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gifts"
.Thee is not so far wrong, Friend
David" said Miss Plumb. 'Yes thinl
I may trust thee"
"It'll make fret-chop, vinegar" OBJ
served David, scientifically testing il
with straw.
Little Patience was delighted with The
poultry yard and cow house. A sturdy.
shaggy pony, who shook his head al
them over the railing of his stall, was
duly admired; and then David lighted 8
fire in the big, black-throated chimney
of the old farmhouse.
otis cold weather, even il the fust
hard frosts haven't come yet" said he
'And the house needs airin' up. An
gaess Miss Plumb Friend Ruth, Imean
you and Friend Patience here had bet
ter come over and sleep at our house TO-
night, if you don't want to catch cold.
To-morrer the house'n be in better Twin
order. And my sister Calphurnia II be
proper glad to see you"
It CHANGED that between repairs, air.
ing and adding to the arrears of furni-
ture, Friend Ruth and her niece remained
at the Lorn homestead for week, Cur
ing which time Miss Calphurnia, began,
under Friend Ruth's directions, to weave
a new rag carpet, and mapped out q
crazy quilt as designated by little
Patience.
David Lorn, who, in his way, was no
contemplate carpenter, made a strong
kitchen table for the strangers, put q
correr cupboard in the living room, and
screwed up hooks, shelves and brackets
innumerable, here, there, and every
where to suit Patiencs's fancy in the old
house.
"But after ALL" said the little Quaker
ess, lit isn't as pleasant at Nutting farm.
shut in by all those crooked apple trees,
as it is here. [ wish We were going to
live here"
81 wish SO, too, with all my heart!"
cried hospitable Calphurnia. "Don't
You, David?"
"Don't thought said David.
And Patience, CHANGING to look sud-
denly up, caught the sparkle of his
frank brown eyes fixed full on her. She
turned pink all over, her own eyes fell,
and she did not speak again all the
evening. Her silence was not noticed,
however, Friend Ruth, as it happened,
was descanting in her soft, slow way on
new pattern in rag carpet weaving, and
Patience took refuge under the gentle
of her words.
The two Quakeresses had been nearly
a month at the Nutting farm and the
dreary place bad gradually begun to
assume something of home-like look,
when one evening David Lorn came over
across the sere stretches of meadow land.
"Calphurnia's sent you dried peach
pie" said he, carefully setting down
something in napkin. As for me I
moved them barrels of cider to-day"
"Did thee?" said Friend Ruth, knit
ting composedly away at a gray yarn
while Patience made haste to
set away the pie.
But there's one I calculate you
wouldn't have sold if you had known
what was in it," went on David.
II sold them all to thee" said Miss
Plumb, in her gentle, decided way, call
nine of them at dollar and half bar
EEL. With me, Friend David, a bargain
means bargain"
"But one of them hadn't no cider in
t."
"Then," said Miss Plumb, ''we will
leduct that from the rest, and thee can
,ive me the change. I think we need
lot differ as to that.
"There wasn't no cider in it, logged.
= persisted the young farmer. "But |
here was something else-there was
"Moneyr' repeated Miss Ruth, letting
he knitting needles drop into her lap.
eyes, money" nodded David Lorn;
fourteen rolls of gold half-eagles, twen-
y in roll, all wrapped up in an old
voolen stocking leg and packed in cot
on batting, so they shouldn't clink nor
attic, with salt hay wedeed in around
sm, and the cask headed up exactly
Ike the eight others. Now I know why
Id Ezra Nutting used to be so cranky
bout keeping his cider barrels locked
p, and why he went out to look to it
imself every night. long after he wasn't
t to cross the threshold. That was his
ank; that was where he kept his say.
hundred dollars"
Fourteen hundred dollars |" repeated
[iss Ruth, her healthy color paling q
tile. "But, Friend David, I sold the
arrels and their contents to thee"
'Hang it all p shouted David, rising
} his feet, ''do you suppose ! would
vindle you and Patience that way?
ere is the money" diving into his
ockets, and flinging down the packets
4 the table with a resounding clink, 81
n no thief, Miss Ruth I never covet-
! my neighbours goods until now p
Friend Ruth's eyes, faded, yet still
right, sought his agitated face with
,ntle questioning.
Keep the money, Friend David" said
le. "Poor though am, I would for
it more than that sooner than canse a